Doubts and Hidden Kisses
She loves him.
He knows that.
But sometimes he has his doubts.
They aren't often. But they are there. Or more specifically they're written on her lips. A face tells a story. And Wendy's has always been a mystery to him.
He knows about the Darling women. He's heard about their hidden kiss. Or actually he recalls a whispered story from when he was young.
He'd curl up near the fireplace, his head resting on Dog the stray his mom continued to say 'was only staying for the night' and had been only staying for the night for the past three years. Dad would light his pipe, stretch his legs out, and watch the smoke float to the ceiling. Then sometimes, when Mom had already gone to bed and Dad smelled of something his six year old mind couldn't place, that's when he'd speak of her. Of how he'd once courted Mrs. Darling. She hadn't been Mrs. Darling then, but he thought the name suited her. So he kept calling her that. He spoke of her beauty, her kindness, her loveliness. But what he spoke of the most was her hidden kiss. The one in the corner of her mouth. The one that she gave to Mr. Darling.
And not him.
Sometimes when the doubts creep in he would stare at Wendy's face and search for that hidden kiss.
It was always missing.
He knew she loved him. But sometimes.
He had doubts.
